Chapter 45: How Good Must It Feel Like.

He ducked to his left barely avoiding a pair of pincer.

He continued with his motion, his hand moving through the air as the dagger slammed onto the hard and durable carapace of the nightmarish creature.

Yet apart from slight cracks that sent jarring pain through the monstrosity, nothing else happened.

'And for a second there, he remembered that he wasn't Mia. Nor was he as strong as she's.'

He rolled to his left, barely avoiding two pair of scythes. The two nightmarish creatures suddenly moved forward together, their massive and hulking body like monstrous giants in the endless darkness.

Each movement of theirs sent cold tremors running across the ground. Yet he ducked, and rolled against the ground, anything he could to avoid getting killed.

A single hit and he was done for.

Gritting his teeth.

He leaped to the air, barely avoiding a slash aimed for his waist.